Name that tune

The boy left me at 4am this morning for his stag do in Budapest. When I got into my car for work a few hours later I was greeted with this (pictured) stuck to my steering wheel. I thought soppy git but was rather chuffed at the thought and his conscious effort to put small pants rather than big pants as I have been constantly going on about losing weight for the last few weeks. Anyway, when I started the engine and heard the song (I can't say what) that we have suggested for our first dance I thought it must be fate, that's the song we must have. It wasn't until the next track that I realised that it wasn't the radio after all but a cd the boy had put in.

What a sweetheart! It's the little things that make me realise how much I bloody love him!!! I'm one lucky girl, now let's just hope he comes back alive so we can get this wedding malarkey done and dusted.